There are the last four paper balls in [Trophy].

Victor uncovered them one by one.

First of all, the story that Jiang Xueming cares most about—

——About David Victor’s own life story, it is also the most important historical manual on the passenger’s ID.

Victor took Mrs. Bai's coffee from Jiang Xueming and took a sip.

Just as I was breathing and breathing, the two little guys tightened all over, and inspiration was faintly caused - something was going to happen!

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The sacred ghost phantom appeared again, pounced towards the two of them at a speed that was difficult for the naked eye to capture.

Xue Ming instinctively wanted to raise his hand to cover his face to cover his defense, but he only saw the peach heart-shaped tail piercing through his arms like a sharp arrow and coming towards the door!

He felt a burning stinging rooted in the soul, tormenting his inspiration frantically. The tail was like a sharp pen, writing new characters after new ones on him.

But he was not afraid at all... Instead, he felt the wonderful tranquility.

"Where to start? Where to start? This story..." Teacher Victor frowned slightly, as if he was considering the entry point when creating a story.

The scorching air hit the face, burning fire everywhere, and the thirsty tongue of fire swallowed everything along the carriage.

Everything began to fall apart, like broken lenses burned to ashes under the colorful golden flames.

Jiang Xueming looked at Bu Meixing—

——A Xing also looked shocked and silent, as if he was caught in the wonderful illusion magic of the world, and his eyes moved with the illusion that collapsed and destroyed in these flames.

The illusion of this flame tore open the dark underground railway, crushing every corner of the carriage, revealing another picture of the sky and the earth.

Following the story of Teacher Victor—

——In the extreme far and far direction, a false phantom sun rose from the sky, illuminating the Red Rock Gobi Desert, and two railroad tracks crossed the Grand Canyon of Colorado.

The mold was cast under the sweat and flesh of Chinese craftsmen.

Steam and steel give it form, sweat and gold give it soul.

The blazing wind was like a horse-driving man whipping a long whip, blowing thick clouds to the northeast, leaving a piece of dust like gauze on the Gobi Desert. Gradually, in the drought season in the middle of summer and autumn, it turned into a life-threatening sandstorm.

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"The story begins here-" Victor guided the two students into this illusion: "In 1840, under the pull of the gravity of fate, the three young people came together."

Jiang Xueming followed Teacher Victor's footsteps and covered his face with his hands. The rolling world that rushed towards him made him almost unable to open his eyes.

Everything in front of him made him more and more questions.

——Is this really an illusion? Is this the teacher’s strength?

My nerves, my five senses, were influenced by Teacher Victor's superpowers, and I could really see, hear and touch all this?

——Return to 1840? Return to the Red Rock Heights next to the Grand Canyon of Colorado? Return to these two tracks?

Bu Leixing was so surprised that he couldn't speak. He could feel his big leather boots stepping on the soft and loose sand and gravel, on the hot sleepers.

The moment the dust dissipated - the whole sky and the earth lit up.

Victor leads the way ahead, pointing at the people on the railroad tracks in the distance.

"Just ahead, there was a Chinese man who was preparing to commit suicide by lying on the rails. His name was Wen Bucai. He worked in Sanhehui in San Francisco and could speak English, with the English name Vincent."

Jiang Xueming immediately followed, and the three of them stopped beside the railway tracks and saw a yellow man as thin as a dry bone lying on his side.

The man's head was on the rails, his eyes were firm and decisive, and he could only seek death.

Bu Meixing: "Teacher! Is he your friend?"

Victor: "I am my most important friend."

Bu Xuexing: "Why did he die?"

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——The train is coming. Blasts of black smoke are burning out from the coal stove, driving the iron wheel of the giant beast to come towards this place.

The rumbling metal low sound and sharp whistle were like ringing the death knell for the outlaw on the railroad track.

The strong wind stirs up the Chinese worker's clothing-

——Countless yellow page contracts flew out of the lining pockets, and a chamber of commerce certificate.

These things answer the question of Bu Meixing.

Victor grabbed one of the yellow pages and showed it to the two students.

"My good friend Wen Bucai came to San Francisco from Fuzhou Port. He was hired by the Pacific Railway Company to translate for people from both countries, and recommended more Chinese workers to come to the west to hunt gold and build roads to make a fortune. But - things were not as beautiful as he thought."

At that moment, Teacher Victor yelled, and his vast anger emanated from his heart.

"The brothers and sisters who set out with him, docked together, and built railways together, have become blood-stained and sold their bodies, and on each sleeper, there are the souls of his fellow countrymen and siblings."

Uncovering the dusty history, these yellow page contracts flying all over the sky are like scars on Wen Bucai’s chest—

——Look at him, he struggled like a fish that was hungry for survival. He wanted to reach out and grab these floating light papers and let these scars fill the big hole in his chest again.

Ah Xing was so obsessed with his own eyes that he wanted to take the pages of the illusion and help the stranger in the illusion. But he couldn't touch anything. This was a past event that David Victor recalled a long time ago.

"Someone came to save him? Right? Teacher? You came to save him, right?" Ah Xing licked his lips and saw the North American wolf crouching in the grass, waiting for opportunities to move, and the crow hovering above his head.

They are also waiting - the fact that the food on the rails completely dies, the fact that the top predators on the planet are completely dead.

Only when this matter is confirmed will these scavengers dare to risk their lives to come up and have a feast.

"Someone is coming." Jiang Xueming looked into the distance, and a fast horse rushed towards the railway, "It's a white man."

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Bang--

Sudden gunfire and the crows were gone.

The jackals in the grass are lying lower and hiding deeper.

A smile appeared on Teacher Victor's face: "That's another partner of mine - his name is Jack Martin."

The spurs on the leather boots stepped onto the rails and made a jingling metal clear sound.

The leather of the crotch pocket is covered with dust, and the feces of foals are often attracted to flies and mosquitoes.

The thick knuckles, the thumb pressed against the bullet nest, took off a shell, replaced it with a new copper-skinned bullet, and there was a police badge seal with a five-pointed star on the chest.

A red-necked cowboy was holding a kettle and a gun in his hand, leaning on his knees, and lowering his head to observe the Chinese workers on the railroad tracks.

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The picture is frozen here and does not move at all.

Victor introduced the young sheriff to his two apprentices: "He was a child of a gun-making lord in the era of the Industrial Revolution in England. He made great contributions to the British royal family. His family was rich and powerful. He was unwilling to just live a life of dying and went to the wild west to punish evil."

It was like a videotape began to fast forward - gunfire and horses flashed through this red wilderness with tumbleweed.

Victor continued.

"These two friends have caused a lot of trouble. In the west where bandits occupy bullies, it is a paradise for [carnivorousists]. They are going to deal with the minions of the Pacific Railway Company and the more than two hundred gun-carrying ogres in a town."

Following the blurred illusion of the changes in the wind and clouds, the three of them quickly came to this brightly lit bustling town.

Victor introduces the town in the night.

"The name of this gang is [Perfume Bottle], and history can be traced to the thunder mercury gunpowder gun "Perfume Bottle" - if you want to join it, you must hold a human flesh-eating ceremony. Only by passing this ceremony can you become a member of the Perfume Bottle Gang and become an ogre."

There were high towers on both sides, and next to the dark main entrance, there were cigarette butts emitting bright red light and guns from patrol soldiers.

On the other side is the commercial street with bright lights and wine. The air is filled with the smell of magu tobacco, barbecue and various sausages cooked food, which almost leaves Axing's soul here.

The wine-accompanied girl was waving and attracted customers in front of the archway, casino, tavern and hotel in the alleys of Heng Street.

Victor walked and spoke all the way.

"At that time, I was drawing on sketching in a hotel in this town, and met these two friends. I fought with them first, drank with them, and finally set out with them. I wanted to write the most exciting and powerful story in my life."

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Speaking of this, Teacher Victor removed the illusion—

——The flames ignited again, burning the entire world through, and turning them back into the VIP carriage.

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To be continued...